In dusk, when you linger on,
The maiden moon peeps through the rainbow clouds.
You whisper memories in my dreams
And leave some room for the could haves and ifs.
When you float into the hurried winds,
I wish for you to stay
Because waiting for you to come back
Feels like unrequited love.
But you do leave
So I'll just wait
Until you return with your lyrical scent and anaesthetise me again.
Till then, you are the dream
I would never want to wake up from.
-- a perfumed soul .
(Some lines from the poem Petrichor, now a part of my book, December Waves. Reading this at a soulful reading & music session at Bodhi Tree.)
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